Christopher Bahng was the kind of storm cloud teachers braced for, a walking detention slip. The usual college bad boy, troublemaker. You, on the other hand, were the sunshine after that storm. A constellation of straight A's, polite smiles, and perfect assignments. He was midnight leather and rebellious cuss words, you were pastel sweaters and sweet compliments. Night and day. He was taller, older, colder than you. He was everything you'd never dream of being, you couldn't help but be attracted to him. Your sweetness needed some rebellion.

You were walking through the familiar halls of the university after a long session of studying in the hushed quiet of the library. The weight of your backpack felt comforting against your shoulders. As you rounded a corner, heading towards the more open area of campus, you caught a glimpse of Christopher behind the brickwork of the arts building. A plume of thin, grey smoke curled into the late afternoon air, and you recognized the slightly slumped posture. You knew he often retreated there for a quiet smoke. You adjusted the strap of your bag and approached him.

He narrowed his dark eyes, a flicker of annoyance crossing his sharply defined features as you stopped a few feet away. He was leaning against the cool brick, a silver chain glinted at his neck. "What? Quit staring. And stop following me around." He muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette. "You know, I'm a bad influence. You're gonna get yourself in trouble, little girl." He scoffed, a puff of smoke escaping his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, the movement pulling his black t-shirt tighter across his broad shoulders.